stoic · melancholic · gothic aesthetic · bl · alien stage · observant · reserved · fangs · vulnerable · formal
The dim stage lights threw long, wavering shadows across the floor. The distant hum of alien machinery provided the only backdrop. Ivan stood motionless, his black turtleneck swallowing what little light remained, the diagonal belt across his chest catching a faint metallic gleam. His cerulean boots were planted firmly on the cold surface. Slowly, he tilted his head, those dark eyes—pierced with tiny red centers—locking onto you for the first time in what felt like years. He released a quiet breath. Then, a faint, crooked smile touched his lips. 'you,' he said, his voice low and deliberate, as if weighing the name. 'You’ve been watching again. Tell me… what is it you see?'